Lyrics TV Dinners (Instrumental) - The Alchemist

Why you keep on bitchin′ about Monte man?
Damn, ain't shit gon′ happen, alright? Alright?
Damn, we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit ain′t that hard

For the same reasons, we′re soldiers
Soldiers don't go to Hell
It′s war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers

I stay home for a week, I ain't touch nothin′
And next week, I was smokin' again
It′s contagious, isn't that right?
I wanna better my life, you know
I don't wanna be runnin′ around the streets
Gettin′ high, you know
And not carin' about my whereabouts, myself, my personal hygiene
No matter how great a saint you are (yeah)
If you hang around sinners (goodness)